The death summoned pain from you.
While you, yourself, plant flowers in gun tips,
While you change the bullets to violin notes.

The death summoned, oh, from you.
While you, yourself, plant bombs inside your necks,
While you giveaway yourself as blessings to God.

More than death,
You wish to be brave among the others.
Maybe death is a little thing, but to live is,
the other thing that you lost your power to.
In order to not fear, the coming of death.

On one boat that sails,
I bear death on that,
In order to leave it far away as I could,
And wish that death would not come to me.
I had described many of things
From how my life would end up,
To that, death is such a pleasure
And that, how life has, finally, returned to God almighty.

Now that, I have escaped far away,
I bear the death to overseas.